Whenever the mind begins to drift, I become weightless—light and exposed. In a quiet state of stillness, I observe myself: a body suspended within a strange fluidity, oscillating between presence and absence. The lighter I become, the more my surroundings begin to dissolve. A profound silence takes hold, and gradually I become immersed in the sound of my own interiority.

I resemble a form drifting through the frozen expanse of space, a figure wandering within an infinite realm of abstraction. I am a volume slowly emptying itself from within, a dream slipping further from memory with each passing day. And what a struggle it is to reconstruct a dream that is continually being forgotten.

This body of work explores that fragile state of disappearance. The figures gradually empty themselves of their surroundings until not only external objects, but parts of the figures themselves begin to fade away, dissolving into vast fields of space. Their presence becomes uncertain, as though they never existed at all, or perhaps as though their existence depends entirely upon the silence that surrounds them.

Fluid lines and soft gray surfaces emerge through expansive layers of white, revealing forms that are both present and absent. Within these compositions, the boundary between figure and space becomes increasingly ambiguous. Space may be perceived as form, and form as space. Something has been lost within this encounter—perhaps a fragment of space, perhaps a fragment of human presence, or perhaps both.

To recover what has been lost, there is no choice but to pause, to remain still, and to surrender oneself to the layers of silence and emptiness. Only through this act of dissolution can one begin to search for what remains hidden beneath the surface.